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Shay Gable hated my guts, and I hated hers, too. We went out of our way to avoid one another at all times. When she came in my direction, I went the other. When we locked eyes, she’d turn and walk away. All of that changed the day I was presented with a challenge. It started out as a stupid bet: make Shay fall in love with me before I fell in love with her first. That was an easy bet for me to win. I didn’t love. I hardly liked. Yet slowly the game started to shift. Shay made me crave things I never knew I wanted.

There once was a boy, and I loved him. Logan Francis Silverstone and I were complete opposites. I danced, and he stood still. He was quiet while I ran my mouth. He struggled to find a smile, and I refused to frown. The night I saw the darkness that truly lived inside of him, I couldn't look away.

I was warned about Tristan Cole. "Stay away from him," people said. "He's cruel." "He's cold." "He's damaged." It's easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster. But I couldn't do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him, because it also lived inside of me.

Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again. After 15 years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another. I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side. All I wanted was for him to come back to me. Then, Jackson Emery appeared. He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart. We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love.

After leaving the city life behind to escape my loveless marriage, I moved to small-town Havenbarrow for a fresh start. What I didn’t expect was to find myself drawn to the town’s black sheep. They called him troubled, cold, a man with a dark past. What everyone seemed to miss about Jax was the splashes of light in his eyes, the random acts of kindness he performed when no one was watching, and the way he made me smile and laugh.

Graham Russell and I weren't made for one another. I was driven by emotion; he was apathetic. I dreamed while he lived in nightmares. I cried when he had no tears to shed. Despite his frozen heart and my readiness to run, we sometimes shared seconds. Seconds when our eyes locked and we saw each other's secrets. Seconds when his lips tasted my fears and I breathed in his pains. Seconds when we both imagined what it would be like to love one another.

I've had many moments in my lifetime, moments that changed me, challenged me. Moments that scared me and engulfed me. However, the biggest ones - the most heartbreaking and breathtaking ones - all included him. I was 10 years old when I lost my voice. A piece of me was stolen away, and the only person who could truly hear my silence was Brooks Griffin. He was the light during my dark days, the promise of tomorrow, until tragedy found him. Tragedy that eventually drowned him in a sea of memories.

Greyson East left his mark on me. As the young girl who first fell for him, I didn’t know much about life. I did know about his smiles, though, and his laughs, and the strange way my stomach flipped when he was near. Life was perfect…until it wasn’t, and when we were forced to go our separate ways, I held on to our memories, let go of my first crush, and wished for the day I’d find him again.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a boy. A beautiful, broken boy who had his own world of struggles. People warned me against our love, but I didn't listen. We looked weak. Young, foolish. Dangerously in love. We didn't care. In order to keep our hearts protected from the opinions of others, we became each other's secret. We shared stolen moments. Tender touches. Secretive embraces. It was our twisted love story, and it worked for us up until our lives changed forever.

When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops. I was the awkward musician, and she was the high school queen. The only things we had in common were our music and our loneliness. Something in her eyes told me her smile wasn't always the truth. Something in her voice gave me a hope I always wished to find. And in a flash, she was gone. Years later, she was standing in front of me on a street in New Orleans. She was different, but so was I.

Andrea Evans is traumatized and guilt-ridden by the death of her fiancée. Tired of the gossiping small town, she travels to New York City to pursue her dream of dance. He's uncertain of his future. Cooper Davidson is a famous photographer and reality television star trying to flee from his own life filled with paparazzi, mental health clinics, and a cheating wife who is pregnant.

Falling in love wasn't the plan. But how could I resist his promises of hope? Of forgiveness? Of a future I had stopped dreaming of? We were shattered. We were scarred. We were something strange and beautiful. We were two lost souls holding on to the only thing that could keep us together. Each other.

Elle est la lumière et le chaos auréolés d’une couronne de fleurs. C’est une fleur sauvage dans un monde que je me suis efforcé de conserver pendant des années, simple et tranquille. Elle parle trop, sourit trop facilement, et ne comprend pas le concept d’espace personnel. Et le pire c’est qu’elle va passer l’été chez moi et mettre mon univers soigneusement protégé, sens dessus-dessous.

Holly Jackson était fofolle et malheureuse en amour, mais son petit cœur romantique s’obstinait à poursuivre sa quête du partenaire idéal – même après que son fiancé l’avait plaquée au pied de l’autel la veille de Noël.

En tant que coach et femme j’ai toujours obéi à une devise simple : lance fort, ne te mets pas de limites et ne regarde jamais, jamais en arrière – surtout en ce qui concerne tes amours passées.

Bienvenue à Honey Creek, Illinois, où la vie est aussi douce que son nom le suggère. Du moins c’était le cas jusqu’à ce qu’Alex Ramirez, Monsieur Dîner Fin en personne, fasse son entrée dans la ville en arborant un froncement de sourcils perpétuel. Pire que ça, il avait fallu qu’il décide d’installer son restaurant cinq étoiles prétentieux, juste en face de ma petite garderie pour chiens. Il était grand, brun et à peu près aussi chaleureux qu’un plat congelé.

Lorsque j’ai rencontré Milo Corti, il était en plein dans sa période autodestructrice et moi, j’entamais la mienne. Le soir où nos chemins se sont croisés à cette fête étudiante, nous n’avions qu’une chose en tête, passer un bon moment et oublier temporairement nos orages personnels.

Ich vermisse deinen Herzschlag. Ich vermisse dich. Ich vermisse uns. Ich bin fest davon überzeugt, dass man seine erste große Liebe nie vergessen wird. Man gestattet ihr, in einer kleinen Ecke seines Herzens weiterzuleben. Und deshalb weiß ich, dass ich nach Landon nie wieder in der Lage sein werde, einen anderen Menschen von ganzem Herzen zu lieben. Meine Seele ist für immer verwundet. Mein Herz gefror zu Eis, als er mich verlassen hat. Es würde ein Wunder brauchen, um es wieder auftauen zu lassen. Und ohne Landon glaube ich nicht länger an Wunder.

Como superar a dor de uma perda irreparável? Elizabeth está tentando seguir em frente, depois da morte do marido. Após ter passado um ano na casa da mãe, ela decide voltar a seu antigo lar e enfrentar as lembranças de seu casamento feliz com Steven. Porém, ao retornar à pequena Meadows Creek, ela se depara com um novo vizinho, Tristan Cole.

Depois de perder a irmã gêmea para a leucemia, Ashlyn Jennings é enviada pela mãe para a casa do pai, com quem mal conviveu até então. Devastada, Ashlyn viaja de trem para Edgewood carregando poucos pertences, muitas lembranças e uma caixa misteriosa deixada pela irmã. Na estação, ela conhece o músico Daniel, um rapaz lindo e gentil.